We had a standing gig at the Soda Shop last night but Lee was away and Terry was in Missouri. So Lynn, Maureen and I were going to just diddle around, perhaps something reminiscent of our Olden Days with the jazz combo. But then Oscar said he’d be there, so we thought, ‘why not do a show’.
Then I found this guy way back in the woods, sitting on an old-timey antique piano stool (the kind with ornate leaves carved on the legs and brass bird-claws for feet) playing make-shift percussion on hap-hazard old jury-rigged drum parts: beating out rhythms with his hands; and we played for hours and it was fantastic!
So I invited him to come sit in and play with us. (But he went into surgery and had his hands operated on 2 days ago). He wasn't sure about playing so soon but now he is; so he’ll be there, too.
So the 3 diddlers and Oscar, who is only 2 days old, and the Tinkerer, who just had his hands fixed are going to attempt to do a show tonight. It won’t be the regular crew but it could be very interesting, nevertheless.
So that’s the news from Lake Eden. Gotta run: for I must cross the river, traverse back up into the holler, climb the hill, follow the ridge, turn down the old dirt roadway back off yonder behind all the farms and get to the place where you can look out across the valley at all the little villages, in order to find the Tinkerer and bring him to the gig.